The TeacherA/N: so, I had this idea right hurr. I decided, why not go with it? I don't own anything Glee, sadly. I would love too. Glee is so fawking amazing. Alright, read now!
Kurt walked into his Italian class with confidence. He has already mastered French, something he picked up when he was young. He needed to learn a new language.
He scanned the room quickly, eyes landing on a rather short, tan, and adorable boy -man. Who was that? Kurt made a mental note to find out. He took his seat as the class filled in. He began drifting off, thoughts of his senior year filling his head. This ought to be his best year yet.
"Alright, everyone take your seats." he heard a voice say. He looked up, and stopped everything he was doing then. No way, not possible. The cute boy was… the teacher? He looked so young. "I'm going to pass out your text books for this year, these are the only ones you get. So, please be careful with them." he said, handing books to students as he walked around the room. "My name is Mr. Anderson. This is my first year teaching, so yes, you are my first class. But I'm not much older then you, so don't think you can fool me easily." he smirked.
"Mr. Anderson!" A petite blonde girl said, raising her hand and batting her eyelashes. "How old are you?" she smiled.
"I'm 22." he laughed. Kurt smiled to himself, only four years. Good.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" another girl chimed in cheerfully. "Actually, I'm gay." he answered, completely confident in himself. Some guys in the back of the room made sounds of disgust. "Is there a problem with that boys? Because if so, you can escort yourself out of my class now. I wont stand for ignorance, not in my class." he raised his brow in question. The quieted down immediately. The girls in the room all made sounds of disappointment, but I don't blame them, he was very cute. The class went by all to easily, Kurt already memorized all the phrases they learned, and had his homework packet done by the end of class. He rolled his eyes at the jocks that kept making jokes. They were so immature, way too immature for one Mr. Hummel.
At the end of class everyone was dismissed, all except for Kurt, who was told to come back at the end of the day, which he did.
"Good job today, really good." The short man said as Kurt walked back in his classroom. Kurt looked at him suspiciously. "Then why am I here?" He asked.
"Because, I haven't seen anyone pick up the language that easily." "Thank you, Mr. Anderson." "Blaine." "What?" Kurt looked at him confused. "That's my name, Blaine. I don't like being called Mr. Anderson outside of school hours." Blaine explained. Kurt nodded slowly. "Well, Blaine, I'm Kurt. In case you didn't notice when I answered all your questions." this made Blaine laugh.
"Oh, I noticed." Blaine looked at Kurt, really looked at him, something he hadn't had a chance to do this morning. He noticed how tall he was, a good foot taller then him. His hair was perfectly styled, something he imagined took hours. His skin was pale, but a beautiful pale. Ivory, he thought it was. He has pretty blue eyes, another beautiful feature.
"Mr. Anderson?" Kurt's voice broke through. "Mr. Anderson are you okay? What are you staring at?" Blaine blinked a few times, coming back to reality.
"Nothing, sorry. What were you saying." he tried to concentrate. Student, Blaine. Attractive student, but student non the less, he thought over and over. "I was saying, I started French when I was really young, and now I've perfected it. So I guess that's why I'm picking up on Italian so fast." Blaine couldn't help smiling. French? They'd be perfect together.. No, bad thoughts.
"So you're a senior Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"Yes sir." Kurt nodded.
"How old are you?" Blaine asked, not caring that he was way to forward.
"Eighteen, tomorrow." Blaine's grin widened. He was legal… "Ah, well, I have to get home. You know, dog to take care of and all. If I don't sing to him once a day he gets mad." that made Kurt laugh.
"Give your dog my sincerest apologies, I didn't mean to keep you. I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Anderson."